The Formidable Son-in-law

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, please look at Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and paintings for me."

At this time, a familiar voice came, Qin Chuan and Wang Dachuan looked at each other, each showing a smile.

Big head, here we go.

"Oh, isn't this Simon junior?"

As soon as he saw the light, he immediately separated from the crowd and walked past. Simon was a big money maker. The most important thing was that someone told him to pit him.

"Mr. Lin, I bought it from a private collector for 30 million yuan. Please show it to me."

Simon Feng said, then took out the calligraphy and painting from the brocade box, and gave it to Mr. Lin respectfully.

Mr. Lin has a high position in this circle. Even before Wang Dachuan saw his face, he was a guest of honor to him, not to mention other businessmen.

Seeing that Mr. Lin wanted to study calligraphy and painting carefully, someone immediately moved a table and asked him to lay calligraphy and painting on it.

With Lin's calligraphy and painting fully unfolded, he could not help but brighten his eyes. What Wen Zhengming is best at is landscape painting. He is extremely vivid. When he looks at it calmly, he feels as if he is on the scene, like a dream.

The painting brought by Ximen Feng is not only vivid, but also well preserved. When you smell it carefully, it has a faint fragrance of paper, which can be said to be one of the best.

"Ha ha ha, Ximen Da Shao is sure to know the Pearl. This painting

"Cough, just at this time, Qin Chuan, who was watching nearby, suddenly coughed violently twice, interrupting Lin's words.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, what's the picture like?

Ximen's heart was burning, but he didn't care about Qinchuan's abnormality. He asked in a hurry.

"Er... This painting..." Mr. Lin stroked his gray beard, glanced at Qinchuan without any trace, shook his head and said.

"This painting is old and decadent. I've just looked at it carefully and found that there is something fishy in it. Please follow me, Simon.

Hearing this, Ximen, a young man, could not help but clatter and hurried along.

"Simon, look. Mr. Lin touched the blank road around the calligraphy and painting with his hand.

"Wen Zhengming was a famous painter in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. Naturally, the Xuan paper he used should be the paper of the middle of the Ming Dynasty, but this painting is different.

"The texture of rice paper in the middle of Ming Dynasty is cotton and tough. You can easily feel its smooth texture when you touch it with your hand, but this piece of paper is not so rough and disordered. When you look at it carefully, it turns slightly yellow, so

At this point, Lin's old saying is no longer going on, but touching his beard with one hand and sighing in his mouth.

"Mr. Lin, do you mean that this painting is fake? Ximen Feng said with a sad face.

"Well, this painting

Old Lin sighed again.

"I didn't expect that what I spent 30 million to buy turned out to be a fake painting. Let's take it as a lesson.

Ximen Feng also felt a little humiliated. He was so angry that he picked up the painting and tore it in half.

"Wait, can you show me the picture? At this time, Qin Chuan, who was still watching, suddenly stopped him.

Ximen Feng was stunned and looked at Qinchuan coldly“ What, you really think of yourself as an expert? A poor boy who has climbed up the outbreak of household has no qualification to play with antiques.

"Simon, this is not true. Old Lin came up with a smile“ What antiques look at is a vision. How can they be distinguished between high and low?

All the people present are social elites. No matter what their nature is, they should at least show some quality in front of others.

But Ximen Feng's heart had already been cruel to Qinchuan. If it wasn't for Qinchuan, he couldn't have spent so much money today.

"It's OK to want this painting, but I bought it for 30 million yuan. Can't you take it for nothing? Ximen Feng sneered.

"I don't have 30 million, but three million can be considered. Qinchuan mouth always with a smile, see the Ximen maple for a while uncomfortable.

"Three million? I think you are daydreaming! Ximen Feng snorted coldly, and he rolled up the picture and was about to leave.

"Young master, with the 30 million yuan, the allowance your grandfather gave you this year is almost gone. Scar face whispered after him.

"What? How much money is left? Ximen Feng's face sank and asked in a hurry.

"Ten million more. Scar face bitter face said.

"Ten million? It's not enough for me to spend two months! Ximen Feng's face can't help but feel melancholy. If his family knows that he is so wasteful, they can't scold him to death.

Remembering what Qin Chuan had just said, Ximen Feng bit his teeth and turned to walk back.

"Boy, three million is too little. You can add some."

"Sorry, that was the price just now. Now I can only offer 2.5 million at most."

Qin Chuan lightly shook his head, looking at Ximen Maple's eyes flashed a look of banter.

"What? You're going to drop the price. " Ximenfeng jumped up directly.

"Who let you delay me a minute, less than half a million has been counted in my favorite fakes."

Qin Chuan's eyes flashed an imperceptible greed and fell on the scroll in his hands.

"It's too deceiving. I won't buy it."

Ximen Feng gave a cold hum and raised the scroll directly, roaring“ I'll sell the painting to anyone who is willing to pay three million yuan! "

"Poo Yee... Who's to blame? How dare you bid three million for a fake? "

"No, three million is not a small number. Who has more money to buy this crap?"

"I think Simon is short of money, or I'll lend you some."

Simon's face changed when he heard the words.

Borrow money?

Are you kidding?

How can he manage others to borrow money? He can't afford to lose that person!

"Hey, you can watch the time. In a few seconds, I can only pay 2 million." Qin Chuan did not forget to remind him.

"Well, two hundred and five is two hundred and five." Ximen Feng clenched his teeth and stretched out his hand“ Get the money

"Brother Wang."

As soon as Qin Chuan turns his head, Wang Dachuan immediately takes out a check from his pocket and hands it to Ximen Feng.

He's already ready.

Hand in money and hand in painting. This business is very transparent.

"It's hard to have a head."

"What's the use of this kid buying a fake? I think it's the donkey who kicked me in the head. "

"Who makes Wang Dachuan rich..."

The onlookers shook their heads.

"Who, Mr. Lin?" Qin Chuan took the painting and turned his head to shout.

"He went to the bathroom." Someone answered immediately.

"Simon, young and old!"

At this time, old Lin's voice came over. When they heard it, they saw old Lin trotting anxiously to Ximen Feng's body.

"Simon, what about that painting by Wen Zhengming?"

Old Lin grabbed Ximen Feng's hand and said eagerly.

"Painting... What happened to the painting?" Ximen Feng some don't understand of ask a way.

"Oh, just now when I flushed the toilet after I went to the toilet, my brain suddenly woke up. That painting of Wen Zhengming is an authentic one!" Mr. Lin is dancing.

"What, what? Didn't you just say it was fake? "

Ximen Feng felt that his head was not enough, and he couldn't stop shivering.

"When did I say that painting was fake? Lin Lao's face was strange.

"But, didn't you just say that the rice paper was not right..." Ximen Feng thought about it carefully. It's true that just now old Lin just sighed and didn't say that the painting was fake.

"That's why I want to understand that after thousands of years, Xuan paper will change its original state more or less, and your painting should not be less observed, so it will appear that state. It looks fake, but in fact it's true, and the price should at least double."

Mr. Lin explained. After listening to what he said, not only Ximen Feng, but also the crowd around him suddenly realized, and even many people secretly regretted that they had not bought the painting for three million yuan.

"By the way, where is that painting?"

Lin Laohua tone a stagnant, don't understand to ask a way.

"Where have you been? I want to know where I've gone, you old man. Why didn't you say that earlier? " Ximen Feng fiercely drags Lin Lao to lift him from the ground, spit almost all spurted on his face.

"Ah, young Simon, what are you doing? We are all civilized people."

Lin's legs fluttered, but he was an ordinary old man. How could he get rid of Ximen Feng.